House of Dolls by Harmon Cooper

Author:Harmon Cooper [Cooper, Harmon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boycott Books, LLC
Published: 2018-08-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Four: Kevin’s Request

Regardless of the fact that he was currently blindfolded, Kevin was well aware he needed a new outfit.

It wasn’t fair that Turquoise and Obsidian were now wearing body-hugging dark-blue getups, their thighs exposed, with swaths of fabric missing at the back showing the bottoms of their ass cheeks. What they wore wasn’t practical, but most exemplars didn’t wear practical clothing.

As Kevin had seen multiple times at the immigration office, it came with the territory. Supers weren’t all vain, but most knew their clothing set them apart from non-exemplars, which had led non-exemplars to dress in similar ways, imitation being the successful casualty of flattery.

Even though Kevin was overweight, and his BMI alone would have forced the doctor to write him any number of prescriptions to combat diabetes and heart disease, Kevin fancied an outfit that made him look stronger.

He didn’t have muscles per se, but his arms were rather thick, so if someone designed a custom number for him, he could have some stitching that forced his arm fat into muscles. Regarding his waistline: as long as his pants were below the bottom of his belly, and not a high-waisted horror show that would give him a weird lump of fat just above his proof of Kevinhood, he’d be good to go.

Kevin had seen some supers—even a Type I—whose powers dealt with their girth. It was definitely a viable look.

Anything would have been better than the hospital gown he currently wore, its back open and his pale, dimpled, white ass visible, a cold draft tickling the hairs on his bum. Add to this his inability to see anything due to the black cloth covering his eyes, and Kevin felt exposed, more exposed than in a while, and this was coming from the man who’d been kidnapped and sex-tortured by poisonous cat girls over the last several days.

“Where are we again?” he asked Turquoise.

“You don’t need to know where we are; I’ve already told you that, so don’t ask me again, sweetie.”

Sweetie. Kevin liked that. His wife, Susan, had never had such cute names for him. She generally referred to him as Tubby, or Fat Dick, because he was fat and he had a large dick, not because he had a chode. Sometimes she “lovingly” called him Tubby Fat Dick.

So “sweetie” was fine by Kevin.

While the cat girls hadn’t given him new clothing, at least the two had been nice to him over the afternoon. They’d fooled around quite a bit, and Kevin’s balls felt more drained than they’d ever felt before. He didn’t know why the two were so horny, or what they saw in the middle-aged former immigration advisor who was presumed dead, but he didn’t question it.

Things were better that way.

The three came to a stop, and the blindfolded Kevin was told to wait outside with Obsidian.

Turquoise entered, and he heard her muffled voice behind a thick door. His nostrils flared; the place smelled like cardboard boxes, like a musty attic.

“We’re in a warehouse,” Obsidian whispered, her black cat ears flickering.

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